Hello, I have started writing a new story and this is it. This one involves supernatural stuff unlike Almost Is Never Enough, which you should check out too. Anyway, give this story a chance and I will update as frequently as possible. Thank you for reading. LEAVE A REVIEW, they really keep me going and sometimes I need a little motivation. Okay, enjoy.
New Orleans, Louisiana
Jazz music flows freely through the air as Damon plunges his fangs deep into the girls neck, sucking her dry. The burlesque dancers in front of him are swaying right to left seductively as he revels in the taste of the sweet, warm, human blood running down his throat.
"Damon, what the hell are you doing?" Stefan storms into the dimly lit club with the same stern, brooding visage.
"Well, hello brother. Care for a taste?" Damon smirks evilly as he shows off the girl sitting on his lap, thick blood still covering his white fangs.
"You know I don't commend this behavior. Anyway, there is a problem in the quarter."
"What kind of problem?" Damon looks up to meet his brother's judging gaze as he licks the drops of blood dripping from the woman's neck.
Stefan winces at the sight as he turns to look in the other direction. "Apparently Enzo has gone mad, you should really keep a better eye on your new minion." Stefan rolls his eyes.
"He needed me so I took him in." Damon shrugs. "Enzo was a friend in the 50s, so I turned him." Damon smirks devilishly before his pupils dilate and he gazes into the woman's green eyes intensely. She falls into his trance as he lures her in with his eyes and mind. "You don't know who I am."
"I don't know who you are." She repeats.
"You never saw me here." He continues.
"I never saw you here."
"You were dancing with your friends and you fell off the stage and hurt your neck." Damon compels her.
"I fell off the stage and hurt my neck."
"Good girl." He smiles widely before running a single finger across the edge of her sharp jaw sexually. "Goodbye beautiful." He winks before him and Stefan are gone and she is standing there wondering what had just happened. That may be Damon's favorite part of vampirism. The ability to force innocent humans into doing whatever he desired was quite amusing.
"Damon, I'm serious this Enzo guy is stupid. I don't know why you brought him here. He will only rat us out." Stefan keeps lecturing him as they walk onto the people-filled streets of New Orleans.
"Stefan relax." Damon rolls his eyes at his brother's trepidation and turns so that he is now facing him. "We are the Salvatore brother's. We rule this city, this quarter. No one can take us down." Damon breathes out.
"Yes, we have lasted this long." Stefan shrugs convincingly.
"Yes, we have." Damon smiles as he strolls down the street along with Stefan.
"Tell me again, why we are hosting this ball again?"
"Because I love a good party, and a good meal." Damon winks in his brother's direction which earns him an expected eye roll. "Anyway, like you said I need to know who is behind all these attacks that have been going on. Obviously there is a vampire here who needs to learn how to control themselves." Damon speaks seriously now. Damon and Stefan Salvatore happen to be the rulers of this quarter, of New Orleans. They are the enviable vampires who cannot he defeated no matter who they stand against. Humans feed them, witches respect them, vampires fear them, and werewolves, well Damon made sure werewolves stayed away, for his sake of course. A werewolf bite is fatal to a vampire and Damon prefers to be breathing. After one hundred and fifty four years, the Salvatore brother's still remain untouched, unconquerable. Ecspecially Damon. Damon has always been the evil brother. Stefan may have killed more innocents in his time considering that he is a ripper, meaning when he gets a taste of human blood he has this undying urge for more that never falters. But in the end Stefan still has a noble, human soul. He is good. He protects everyone. He stands up for humans. He is everything every women could ever dream of. He is caring, compassionate, loyal, smart, protective, forgiving, loving and the Salvatore brother's aren't too bad on the eyes either. Stefan is an angel, always has been. But for every angel, comes a devil. Damon is that devil. The man who tears out the heart of the person who lies to him. There is no forgiving bone in his body, not one. That is one thing about Damon, he doesn't get upset he just gets even. He makes those who cross him pay for their sins. That's why he is such a great leader, he has no weaknesses, he is the powerful vampire who can not be fooled. Damon takes what he wants and does what he wants without a care in the world. Well, most of the time. Sometimes he has to keep himself in check, ecspecially since he is the leader of the quarter. People fall back on to him, and he has to keep the quarter in check so that nothing goes wrong while the power is in his hands. His and Stefan's.
"Well, my money is on Enzo."
"It isn't Enzo."
"And If it is?" Stefan argues back.
"Then you can be the first one to say I told you so." Damon smirks wittily.
"I'm serious Damon. We can't have another idiotic vampire who almost gets us all killed."
"I remember when you were that said vampire not to long ago." Damon brings up old memories of his brother's ripper days.
"Well, not anymore. I am under control now." Stefan nods.
"Whatever you say, but it isn't Enzo. Whoever it is, I will figure it out and then drive a stake through them myself." Damon speaks sternly.
"Okay, but let's not make tonight a blood fest. This is the annual Salvatore ball. If we want to keep everyone happy in this quarter I suggest we keep every vampire here in check." Stefan suggests.
"Sounds like a plan."
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The Salvatore ball is an annual event that every citizen in the French quarter looks forward to. Not everyone is invited, but those who are plan there year around it. The elegant ballgowns, black suits and expensive champagne fill the luxurious ball room. Vampirism has many perks, one of those being the ability to get whatever you want whenever you want it. The mansion Damon and Stefan occupy is the largest in the quarter. The tall, vintage, dark bricked mansion is beyond amazing and has the ability to attract all eyes the minute they step into the home. This night is really to just keep their appearance up, but Damon doesn't mind having a wide selection of beautiful women to select from and make a meal out of. He loves a harsh, pernicious kill but there is nothing better than devouring a gorgeous women's neck. Though despite what many think, Damon Salvatore is no killer. Sure he kills whenever it is necessary, but it is not necessary to kill every meal. So he doesn't. Instead, he flirts, feeds, makes them forget and then sends them on their darling way. Their is no shame in that? It is his natural instinct anyway.
"So Salvatore tell me, who has caught your eye tonight?" Enzo speaks from beside Damon in his thick british accent.
"I'm thinking the blonde across the room, red dress." Damon points over to the blonde swaying to the beat of the music in her puffy, elegant red dress.
"I see." Enzo nods with an amused smirk as he raises his alcohol filled glass to his lips.
"Hey Enzo, you don't happen to know who has been leaving a trail of bodies around here do you?" Damon hints.
"No."
"And how have you been doing with the bloodlust?" Damon questions as stoically as possible, not wanting his accomplice to think he is interrogating him.
"I am in control now. I went a little crazy last month but I can reassure you that I am over it now. I wouldn't harm the species."
"I know." Damon smiles tightly and pats his friend on the shoulder when his eyes are suddenly struck by the beautiful sight that just glided through those tall, dark brown, double doors. Damon's eyes widen in astonishment as he takes in the brunette that glided so elegantly into the house. Her dress is black, silk, long, and fitting. The material covers her body, still leaving enough to the imagination, but the spaghetti straps show off her toned arms and slim figure. Her olive skin tone glistens, and her brown eyes are mesmerizing even from a distance. Her brunette curls flow out of the bumped up, messy ponytail she is unveiling. Never in his life had he seen such a beautiful woman, so mesmerizing. The waiter takes her wrap from off of her shoulders as she gazes up at the luxurious ball room. The ginormous, crystal chandelier catches her eyes just like most people's as she shakes her head at the beautiful sight. She is admiring the house, but all Damon could do is admire her. He needs to know her.
"Damon?" Enzo questions as mesmerized Damon strolls confidently over towards the beautiful stranger who caught his eye.
"Hello." Damon speaks with a sly smirk cast across his face as he approaches the gorgeous brunette.
"Hello." She nods in his direction as she takes him in. Through his vampire senses, he notices the way her heart beats twice as fast and her breathing stills as he smiles down at her.
"I don't believe we've met." Damon speaks slyly.
"Oh no, I don't believe we have. I'm looking for someone actually, Stefan Salvatore." She reveals as she breaks their gaze and glances across the crowded ball room.
"My brother?"
"Your brother?" She questions.
"I am Damon Salvatore, Stefan's brother." He smiles and so does she as she shines her pearly whites in his direction.
"Nice to meet you." She nods and begins to walk away when Damon catches her, bringing her focus back to him for a moment.
"And your name?" Damon questions, kind of insulted that she wanted to run away so fast. Women didn't run, not from Damon anyway.
"Elena, Elena Gilbert." She reveals to him as he studies her magnificent features. God this woman is even more beautiful close up. Is it possible to be this beautiful? Because he wasn't so sure as he found himself mesmerized by Elena's brown eyes. God, even her name is sexy.
"So Elena how do you know my brother?" Damon questions, pulling her back into conversation with him.
"Oh I met him at the café I work at, temporarily. He is a friend of mine. He invited me."
"Well, allow me to lead you to him." Damon raises his arm and she glances at it skeptically.
"How do I know I can trust you?" She suddenly questions with her eyebrow raised cockily. Sexy and sassy, score.
"I guess you don't, do you?" Damon raises his eye brow wittily as well as she takes in his words.
"I guess not." Elena shrugs before entwining her arm inside Damon's as he leads her out towards the crowd. Elegant music fills the large home as people dance in the center and hearty laughter echoes through the room. "So do you guys do this often?"
"Umm no, just an annual soirée." Damon answers.
"And this is where you live? I mean this is..." She trails on as she looks up at the high ceiling.
"Yes, well my brother has fancy taste." He laughs as they approach Stefan who is deep in conversation with another vamp, probably trying to discover who is leaving the trail of bodies.
"Elena." Stefan smiles greatly as he drops his conversation and pulls her into his embrace. What the hell is this? Damon squirms in disgust as he imagines Elena being his brother's girl or something.
"I'm glad you came." Stefan grins as he lets her go and she smiles sweetly in response.
"Well, I'm glad I did."
"I see you've met Damon."
"Yes your brother has been very polite." She glances over to see Damon who's eyes are fixated on her lustfully. Both of them in a trance by the other person.
"Yes, He is." Stefan eyes them both warily before grabbing two glasses of champagne off of the tray the waiter walking around is holding. "Here." Stefan hands Elena a glass before pulling her away from Damon nonchalantly and strolling off beside her. Damon stands there with his arms over his chest as he watches his brother's hand fall to her lower back and he leads her out into the hallway. Of course, yet another girl who chooses his brother over him. Figures, Damon is just a good time and honestly that's how he prefers it. He doesn't want the whole commitment, love thing. People who are in love are weak, and Damon Salvatore is many things, but weak is not one of them. But she, she is the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on, and she had this wit, this spunk about her that made him want to know more. Guess not, considering she is probably blushing at every romantic syllable Stefan is saying right this second.
"Hey, Damon." One of his nightwalkers, Luke, appears behind him as he whispers into his ear faintly. "We found another body, and we think we found the vampire who is causing the disturbance."
"Okay let's go." Damon downs the drink in his hand before walking out of the house alongside Luke. People rummage through the green lawn as Damon and Luke walk past them. Once the two are clear of all humans, they use their vampire abilities and sprint through the streets until they are in the middle of the quarter. There stands five vampires circling the dead human body lying out on the floor. Good thing no one is really out or this could cause quite a scandal.
"Alright, you had your fun! Now show yourself!" Damon screams out powerfully to the unknown creature who is tormenting his territory. A second or two of silence dawns on them before two vampires fall from one of the balconies and onto the ground. Both of their veins are sticking out of their eyes and their fangs are sharply showing.
Damon laughs dryly at their predator-like behavior as he takes in the sight. "I turned you two. Why are you going against us? You know the rules, no leaving bodies out and about like this. You're going to expose us!" Damon explains to the two vampires. One is female while the other is male, both of them looking at him as if they are capable of defeating him in one fell swoop.
"You killed our sister."
"Who the fuck is your sister?" Damon questions harshly, not intimidated at all by their devilish tones.
"Great, you don't even know." The man shakes his head in disgust as he laughs dryly. "Our sister was a vampire and you tore her heart out."
"What's her name?"
"Sophie Gerald." The female speaks up harshly.
"Ah Sophie." Damon smiles wickedly as he recalls the blonde who he had killed not too long ago. She charged at him and he wasn't sure why, so of course he did what any person would do. He tore her heart from her chest. "She came after me." Damon raises his hands up, explaining his innocence.
"She did nothing to you!" The man screams at him which only causes Damon's anger to heighten.
"Excuse me? I'm pretty sure that is not how you talk to your leader!" Damon screams back, even harsher than the man before him had.
"You are no leader. We broke your rules too, what you going to do about it?" The man speaks out viciously and Damon can't help but smile at his courage.
"I'll give you credit, you are pretty courageous acting tough against me. But I am me." Damon rumbles viciously before speeding over to them, his fangs shown and the veins running below his eyes bulge out.
"Don't ever think you can beat me." Damon rumbles deeply once again as he yanks the mans heart out. The man drops to his knees, lifeless, as the girl beside him screams out in agony. Her malaise then turns into rage as she pounces onto Damon suddenly. He is caught off guard for a moment before one of his nightwalkers tosses him a stake and he plunges it into the woman's heart. She gasps at the abruptness and her breaths are parted as she tries to hold onto her ending life. Damon sticks it deeper into her chest forcefully as he watches her crumble against him. The grey color washes over her body and her veins darken before she falls to ground with her eyes still open.
"Take them, bury them." Damon orders as he stares down at the two disrespectful vampires. "Thanks Luke." Damon thanks his accomplice before tugging at his suit jacket and strolling away. His men drag the bodies else where as Damon walks back to the party, his party.
Damon slips back into the house and changes his dress shirt, for the other one is stained with the blood of his untrustworthy nightwalker's. When he glides back down the stairs he is about to introduce himself to the lovely blonde he had spotted earlier when he suddenly gets a glimpse of Elena. She is sitting delicately on the piano bench in the study as she runs her fingers against the keys softly. Damon is hesitant to walk over, but finds himself being drawn towards her anyway.
"Are you my stalker?" Elena suddenly speaks out as Damon creeps into the room. She is alone, good.
"Umm, no, I-" Stuttering? Damon didn't stutter. What the hell is wrong with him?
"I'm just joking." Elena smiles as she looks over her shoulder and spares him a kind glance. From the way she is sitting, her back is shown as her dress dips lowly. His pants suddenly feel tight as he gazes at the stunning women. Okay, he needs to get a hold of himself, now.
"Sorry, I just saw you in here and thought I'd give you some company."
"Sure." Elena slides over on the bench, making room for him. He smirks lightly at her actions before he drops to where she is placed and sits alongside of her.
"So are you enjoying the party?"
"Sure." She smiles unconvincingly. "Are you?"
"Sure." He repeats her words as he sets his bourbon filled glass onto the top of the piano. "You play?" Damon questions as he notices her fingers trailing over the white keys lightly.
"Oh, yeah, I used to." She nods almost sadly as she stares down at the grand piano.
"Why did you stop?"
She shrugs and lets out a heavy sigh before meeting his icy blue eyes once more. There is something in her eyes, something that makes him want to know everything about her. This girl wasn't just any girl, he could sense it, feel it.
"Play me something." Damon whispers lowly as her hands fall from the keys.
"I doubt I even remember how to play." Elena giggles embarrassingly. The giggle makes her chest bounce up and down a few times and Damon can't help but notice her beautiful chest. Her beautiful everything.
"I'm sure you're not that bad." Damon smirks playfully as he gets into a fitted position. "Come on, play something."
"Really, it's oka-"
Damon grabs her hand delicately and her words stop all together as he wraps his larger hand around hers. He could swear he heard her breathing steady as she stares down at her hand in his. Her skin is like butter as he places one of her fragile hands against the keys once more.
He nods towards the keys encouragingly as she looks into his eyes. No, not looks, stares. She stares into his eyes, piercing his soul in an unexplainable way. His eyes drift from her eyes to her lips for a moment before she breaks their gaze and looks back down at the still keys.
With a little hesitation, Elena begins to play a song, a song he knows. Her fingers glide against the keys as River Flows In You by Yiruma reflects off of the walls and into his ears. Her body suddenly falls into the music as he watches her eyes flutter shut and her fingers glide against the keys like memory. It was the most beautiful sight Damon had ever seen as she plays like no one else. He was astounded by her talent, by her passion, by the pain he saw hiding in the depths of those deep brown eyes. She had known pain, he could see it, feel it. Every now and then he would come across a girl who is difficult to put into words, hard to fit on a page, and that's just what she is. Elena is different, sure he had seen many beautiful women throughout his life, but never had he come across a woman like her. Someone who made you feel what they were feeling when her fingers hit those piano keys. Someone who's eyes held so many secrets that he found himself dying to know. She is a mystery, and he likes that, likes that she isn't tugging at his shirt and flirtatiously slapping his chest like most woman do when they are around the handsome Damon Salvatore. But no, she didn't fawn over him. Sure, he could see the way her eyes dropped to his lips for a moment and the way her chest rose and fell rapidly all of the sudden when he spoke softly to her. But she didn't fall into him like some magnet, he thinks he even saw her back away from him for a moment.
The sound then left the air suddenly as she breaks out of her musical trance and stares at the keys. A single tear falls down her cheek before she is rushing her hand up quickly and sweeping it away. A human man would probably never notice the single tear that slid down her delicate cheek, but he did, Damon did.
"I must of forgot the rest." She slides off of the stool, not meeting his eyes once as she does so. "Excuse me." She excuses herself and before he can say anything she is gone, leaving him there to wonder what the hell just happened. And more importantly, who hurt her? Or what hurt her? He didn't know why, but he wanted to know why. He wanted to know what hurt her, and he wanted to make that person suffer or that thing disappear. Never had he seen such a beautiful thing, heard such a mesmerizing piece. The way her fingers glided against the keys was like art, a form of art he found himself appreaciating deeply. Whoever the hell Elena Gilbert is, Damon has to know her.